Venus Rising

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Aphrodite began to glow... not the usual pale pink, but a bright, blinding white, No longer Aphrodite Pandemos, but instead Aphrodite Ouranos, the Sky Borne, The Heavenly One, The Queen of the Mountain. No longer common love, she is her purest form

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[phobos_dot_com]

A flicker of recognition. Panic's eyes go from blazing white to the blue of the sky for a fractured second. Then his face spreads in a feral grin, and his eyes once more catch blind fire. Something dark bleeds from his naked chest, a forgotten, unacknowledged wound, seeping a quiet, desperate sort of pain which he does not seem to notice.

"Love. Good. They fear Love more than anything..."

And he reaches.

[deimos_dot_com]

What fun this all is.

His hand reaching along with his brother's, to spread such things to people as never knew it before now. People who thought their lives were perfect are now discovering that they're not. With Love's added interest, he's able to insight the fears of infidelity and loss....

[moirae_dot_com]

Atropos snorted.

"What a couple of twits. You shoulda spanked 'em more when they were growing up. Now I'm gonna have to go all kumbaya and all that."

And with that, Atropos approached Aphrodite's transcendent form, the white of her robes glowing as her hair paled and her skin smoothed. The power of ancient wisdom and life and death and the secret knowledge of women therein merged with the universal love of humanity, the love and knowledge, confidence and comfort allaying fears and putting people to rest.

With the will of a cantankerous old woman, the love and peace of -knowing- what was entered the minds and hearts of Manhattan - and began to permeate those of the Twins as well.

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Love conquers all.

It's cliche, but it's cliche because it's true.

Love can conquer pain, it can conquer terror... It can conquer Fear and Panic it spawned.

With the added force of Atropos, the Fate who was her sister, who was herself, Love was an almost unstoppable force. And it was a calm love, a peaceful love. It offered knowledge, and hope, and serenity. And as It's children began to draw on it's power, it began to swallow them into it's embrace.

[moirae_dot_com]

Lakhesis felt the change immediately. In the sanctuary of the Temple of Fate, she glowed. While she was not a part of Aphrodite Ouranos, she was in her way. She watched the threads on the loom twisting and turning, and played the loom like a harp; for now, Love would save the day, and shift things back into balance. Anchored by her work, Love flowed into every life, just a tiny bit

[deimos_dot_com]

He feels something snap as his brother is taken from him. His anger grows at the severing of power, his rage is amplified as he feels people where ever he's touching become filled with her power.

He's losing it. He's losing it all.
And he can do nothing about it.

Bos is in pain. He's not in pain. He never feels pain at the end. He feels anger.

He stands with his arms crossed in front of him, waiting for whatever may come next.

[moirae_dot_com]

Klotho feels the snap, but the saturation of love and wisdom prevents the fear that would have normally followed. She turns to look at Deimos, eyes glowing pure and sweet, and sees clearly - sees all she's forgotten, a club, a roll, a park, a dead boy. She's seen this face before, but now, it doesn't traumatize her. Now, it breaks her heart, and she knows and understands. That was love, too.

She wanted to reach out - she wanted to reach out to both of them. Something deep within her suggested that perhaps she shouldn't, but she didn't know if she could stop. She tried to hold it in, and waited, waited, waited...

[dite_dot_com]

Clear eyes, a pale ocean blue, beheld Her middle son in her gaze, her smile soft and understanding, her hand still reaching for him. She spoke to him, but said nothing, again the words floating straight to his sub-conscious.

I love you, Deimos. Come to me now, for you will have time again soon enough to feel your fury.